Category: Life Lessons Took Me Long Time To Learn

For you, Magnificent Woman–who is a creator whether or not you have kids, Mother’s Day. I actually write about magnificent aunts and women without children in my book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” And here is my column that ran this last week in The Atlanta Journal Constitution, The Dayton Daily News and other Cox Newspapers across the country. You, who thinks

Friends. I’m studying the new math. Friends Addition. As in, how many friends do you have? There’s that ever-present number you see on Facebook. How many friends to you have there? As if, the majority of those contacts are real friends. And now, I’ve come across this study. It has me thinking friends and numbers. Adding them up. Scientists in Britain are looking at the age you have the most friends. When you are, according to the Aalto and Oxford

I had a bill come due this week. The kind of bill they don’t tell you about. The price you must pay for a dream coming true. You could’ve walked right past us and not known what a bittersweet moment was taking place. A simple visit with my two nephews. My brother’s boys. The boys who have been my treasures since the day each was born. Which happened on the other side of the country. No matter. At least four

I took the trip again this year. Because I forgot. What a big waste of time it is. Yet, each year, I feel compelled to go. The event is big and must be marked. And so, I make the trip. Down the card aisle at the local drug store. I pick up countless cards. Not a single one fits. Where is the card you give your daughter commemorating the anniversary of your adoption? Where is the card that says meeting

I stole an hour of a remarkable woman’s time this week. For Barbara, time surely is a precious commodity. For all of us, truly. Barbara just knows it better than most of us. I would think she had better things to do than spend time talking to me, a stranger. See, Barbara is fighting for her life. Literally. This is the third time cancer has come knocking at her door. Breast cancer at 32. Again at 45. This time is

If you love your dog, you might enjoy my new book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” It includes a number of essays about loving your dog. I’m thinking about my dog. Always, my dog. And the heavy load. Such a heavy load. The thoughts come each day as we wrap up our morning walk. It’s the only walk DarlaDog feels the need for these days.

If you like this story, please check out my new book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” I was found out this week. Word is out. I’m terrible at my job. All of them. Turns out. The notice came from you. Well, one of you. A reader took time to send me an email telling me she hates my column. There’s nothing worth reading

As break-ups go, this was one of my yuckier. The details still so clear, all these years later. We met soon after I moved to Atlanta to work for CNN. He also had just moved to the city to do a one-year surgical fellowship. I was so sure he was The One. A year into dating, he came to be sure that I wasn’t his. The big clue being his accepting a job on the other side of the country.

I’m so excited that my new book, “Hope Possible” is here! The full title is, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing A Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” Here’s a peek at what it says on the back cover: From your TV screen, Daryn Kagan looked like she had her dream job. As a news anchor for CNN, she had a front row seat to the world’s biggest breaking news

How many of life’s necessities have your passed by your local Target cashier? One woman got something she didn’t even know she needed this week. An instant lesson in patience and kindness. Even better, her little girl was there to see the whole thing unfold. Sarah Own Bigler shares on Facebook a situation I can totally relate to. And I bet you can, too. Her husband is home sick. She’s picked up her two little kids from school. Everyone’s tired.